Monday, July 31, 2006

beautiful letdown.

sam's words struck me like a vehicle.
she used "playing", and though it might just seem like a normal verb, it had so many different contexts to it and the one she meant it by was utmost downright negative.

one bumpy road in life i've got to go through, i thought.
but it ain't that.
now Ale knows what i've done wrong, and i know what i've done wrong and it's karma.
i feel like burying my head when i first told Ale about it.
i saw her face change and all; i don't blame her thinking of me as a downright bastard and i wished she just gave me a tight slap right at that moment.
i'm so sorry, please kill me Ale. i'm ridden with guilt.

anyway,
thank you so much for giving me that.
i can't face you right now i hope you understand.
it's just that i don't want to fall into the pit again
and i don't want to get hurt thrice.
it's never going to be like before.

Switchfoot - Twenty-Four

"Twenty-four oceans
Twenty-four skies
Twenty-four failures
And twenty-four tries
Twenty-four finds me
In twenty-fourth place
With twenty-four drop outs
At the end of the day

Life is not what I thought it was twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You'
And I'm not who I thought I was twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You'

There's twenty-four reasons
To admit that I'm wrong
With all my excuses still twenty-four strong
See, I'm not copping out
Not copping out, not copping out
When you're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh, I am the second man now

And you're raising these twenty-four voices
With twenty-four hearts
All of my symphonies in twenty-four parts
But I want to be one today
Centered and true I'm singing 'Spirit take me up in arms with You'
You're raising the dead in me
Oh, oh I am the second man
Oh, oh I am the second man now
Oh I am the second man now

And you're raising the dead in me
Yeah I wanna see miracles
To see the world change
Wrestled the angel for more than a name
For more than a feeling
For more than a cause I'm singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You'
And you're raising the dead in me

Twenty-four oceans
With twenty-four hearts
All of my symphonies with twenty-four parts
Life is not what I thought it was
Twenty-four hours ago
Still I'm singing 'Spirit, take me up in arms with You'
I'm not copping out
Not copping out."